These folks have some damn fun!

And Julien is the King of Faces.  I know that because he was in my Mask Workshop, and this among many photos.

thedailywhat:

More Time Is More Money of the Day: To prove to their deadline-setting clients that creativity takes time, Hungarian ad agency Café Creative visited some schoolchildren and asked them to perform two tasks: Complete a drawing in ten seconds, and then complete the same drawing in ten minutes.

Long story short, Café Creative landed itself on the 2011 Golden Drum shortlist.

[drawnblog.]

Too dang true!

What do you do to shake off a bad audition?

thedailywhat:

Early Bird Special: Liam Neeson is an intensely unfunny improvisational comedian with full-blown AIDS in the latest promo for Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant’s Warwick Davis vehicle Life’s Too Short.

[reddit.]

Earlier: Johnny Depp has a few choice words for Ricky Gervais.

Learn from the masters, folks.

She’s the greatest.

I love her interview with Marc Maron on his podcast, “WTF!”  Coming from silly costumes and weird hats doesn’t make you less of an artist.

Again, a super funny lady.

(via treeohfie)

Trailer for the documentary “Being Elmo: A Puppeteer’s Journey”.

Be careful, you will cry.  Don’t watch this in front of your tough friends, or stern father figure.

Thought I’d take some time to upload some videos.  Show my tumblr some love.  Here’s what i’ve been looking at.

Ever wonder how all those fires get put out?  Some people are making a movie about it.

Let me give you a little update everyone.

On the theatre front (I always describe it like that, like it’s a constant battle) things are progressing steadily, whatever the weather be.  I will be performing for two nights at Dad’s Garage in Atlanta, for a show called Z.O.N.K.E.R.S.!  I was an understudy, and I knew i’d go on eventually, but i’m super psyched now that I know the actual dates (Oct. 20th and 27th if you’re in the are…and you like boobs in space.)  I’m also performing at Relapse Theatre Oct. 12th.  I have no idea what i’m doing there, but therein lay the nature of improv!  Lets keep it fresh!  I will most likely fail.  I hope my failure is funny.

I shot a print ad for AT&T that was pretty funny.  One of the dudes on the shoot had the gnarliest attitude.  Just complaining the whole time.  I don’t know if this is the occupation for him.  He should be a customer service rep for Sprint, get a little of his own whiny medicine.

My grandma in DC, Uncle Jean, got in touch with me the other day, and it was good to chat with her.  She’s one of the hardest workers I know, and she’s very well off, doing great business as a Realtor in the Georgetown area.  She, like every other elderly person in my family, assumes that I hate Obama, and wants to talk about it. Because she’s so sweet, I didn’t want to correct her.
I’m sorry folks, I don’t hate Obama.  I think he should stick around, because he looks pretty fit, and I don’t want to risk having a president that could get beat up.  Honestly, I really fear that Putin will march up to the white house one day, just bang on the door and be like “KNIVES OUT OBAMA.  YOU AND ME IN THE ROSE GARDEN.”
Keep up that Cardio Pres. Obama.  That’s the key.

I procrastinate with paperwork often.  Currently it is 11:00, and I wish I had just done this shit earlier.  I have to be at work early tomorrow, and it’s a bummer that I couldn’t stay at Jen’s place.

Let’s talk about work goals.  I have made a step from the food service industry.  I won’t go back, but I am tempted to, I won’t lie.  I need to keep stepping up.  I can’t just go back to what’s easy.  I need to find a job closer to the artistic world.  One with the same level of responsibility and close to same pay.  I’ll take a little less, if it’s something i’m passionate about.  I’m pretty confident I can book more film and print things.

I’m trying to jump back on the writing bicycle.  Ding ding mother fucker!  I removed the brakes!  I have one really cool idea that i’m excited about, and a few flegeling whatevers.  I’m really writing because after the improv shows, I have nothing, and I want to have something.

Ugh.

Let me do this work really quick.  I’ll get back to you soon, folks.

Hey Internet Void Populace!  Are you all doing alright?

I am.  That’s what this blog is about.  Me.  And right now i’m good.

Tomorrow at 6:30am, we’ll see.

I’m still cranking away with sales.  Let me tell you brother.  It’s tough.  And i’m having to grow a lot as a person in order to get better.  I kind of hate it still, but i’m seeing the benefits more and more.  I’m not getting paid yet, and I have the suspicion that that’s going to come up at the end of the month.  I miss bi-weekly paychecks.  I don’t miss how low they were.

Still slow of the casting front.  Damn, Hollywood/Chicago/NYC; get your act together and call me up!  These Godly chiseled good looks won’t last forever.

Guys, seriously.  If you’ve never read a Howard Barker play, read one.  And be inspired.  13 Objects is a play that can be interpreted 90 million ways.  I think those are the plays that I gravitate towards more in terms of plays I want to stage.  Like a painting you can stare at for hours and keep finding new things.

You guys have any play reccomondations?

I’m getting ready for another one of those big life-shifts.  It almost feels like i’m starting over again, way too late in life.  Which isn’t true, it’s just the next step, but it feels drastic, like graduation.  Almost.  I just don’t know really how to handle it.

I’ll be starting a sales job, selling intelligent water purification systems.  I’m glad to finally have a job that asks a little more of me than to hand coffee to people.  It makes me anxious though.  Is it really going to be the professional step that will put me on the road to being a little more self sufficient?  And if so, will I be able to make it work?  In the immortal words of Tim Gunn, “Make It Work”.  So lets make it work.

I’m going to be moving soon.  Where?  I don’t know.  Hoping to stay in my neighborhood.  For those who know nothing about Atlanta, Reynoldstown is a great place to be.  Young, safe, and friendly.  There’s stuff happening here, and I got great neighbors.  Unfortunately, i’ll have to leave ‘em.

Speaking of leaving neighbors, i’ve got a lot of good friends from FSU that are either still there, or have gone off to the four corners of the Earth.  I have a hard time keeping in communication with most all of them.  Maybe I don’t blog enough.  Maybe I don’t respond to facebook messages and walls as timely as I should.  Maybe I was never that close to them in the first place.  Either way, it’s sad.

There is a distinct lack of theatre going on now, apart from what I read and write.  I finished Level 1 of Improv Class at Dads, and i’m waiting to get more money so’s I can start Level 2.  I have been doing more tv/film/commerical stuff though.  Those checks have a tendency to come months after I’ve actually filmed, so that’s annoying.  I have the money already spent in my head.  Let’s fix that.

I’ve picked up the fiddle/violin.  I’m getting pretty damn good.

szymon:

experimental media and performing arts center (empac) by grimshaw architects

nationalgeographicdaily:

Krog Street Tunnel, Atlanta

Photograph by Caroline Smith

I shot this during the Atlanta flood. I chanced upon a couple canoeing through the most famous tunnel in Atlanta, the Krog Street Tunnel.  I was out with my friend to go see another area that was flooded when we came across this and both of us screamed with delight.

I borrowed my friends polka dot galoshes, but at this point in the tunnel the water was well above them.  

This was a matter of being in the right place at the right time for an unforgettable shot of a completely unique event.

I do not live far from this very tunnel!  Suddenly Atlanta seem so much more Venetian now.

I feel very lazy.    I keep thinking that i’m going to be the same kind of person who halfheartedly pursues his dreams, instead of giving it his all.  I keep feeling the only thing that’s going to set me straight is joining the armed forces.  I hate waiting around and seeing if by some chance i’ll be better organized once my career picks up.  I don’t think it works like that.

I had auditioned for a few things that i’ve been waiting to hear back from, and unfortunately, i’ve struck out on two of them.  Still waiting to hear back on Pinch N’ Ouch Theatre for their show TAPE by Stephen Belber.  That’s a bit of a long shot though.

I’ve said that I was going to jam with a few people since i’ve been living here.  I haven’t had time to.  Well, I might have had time once or twice, but I was lazy and didn’t e-mail them.  The larger issue is that i’m becoming very comfortable telling people i’m going to do something, and then not doing it.  That is an awful thing, and I hate seeing that happen in anyone, especially myself.

Pissy Pissy!  Lets switch gears here.  Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead has ended a very successful three week run last sunday.  What a great opportunity that has been!  Oh man though, it makes me sad that i’m not doing that on the regular.  Came away with some great friends, and we had a damn decent party after the final show.  Loving all the food and beer we got stored away.

Speaking of good food, Miss Jen has sent over some examples of what awesome baking is.  Red velvet cookies (generally red velvet anythings are great) and some kinda fudge nut cookie contraption (grandpa word alert).  I gotta love having friends who rock an oven like masters.  All due deference to Jess, My Great Grandma Gigi, My Mom, Jen, and others.

Oh here’s something cool.  I will finally be taking improv classes at Dad’s Garage, starting March 27th.  Can’t argue with that.  Or maybe you can.  NO DENYING.

azizisbored:

Radiohead - Lotus Flower 

Can’t beat them Thom Yorke dance moves. 

You know, you really can’t.

I am still not yet over this sickness.  I want to be sick for just a day longer.  After that, i’ll be over it.  I decide these things, because I am an empowered young man, and I don’t need sissy vitamins.

With work out of the way early today, I was feeling frisky.  I went out and found that, holy shit, it’s a beautiful day!  Lots of people were hanging out in the parks, which made me miss Jen.  Little Five Points was blowing up with happy hep cats, and I wanted to join them as they frolicked.  I went into Urban Outfitters, and found NOTHING.  Nothing like a pair of jeans from there to make me feel not only lame, but fat.  I hightailed it outta there.  And went to the accommodating thrift store Rag O Rama.  Picked up some short sleeve button ups and jeans that fit.  After a quick change, the park was calling my name.  I brought an unnecessary amount of books with me, and read some poetry while some especially indie looking folks played volleyball.  I think, in the end, there were no winners in that game.

Before I head out to rehearsal tonight, I’m chillin’ at a lovely place called Dr. Bombays.

I need to get some vitamins and feel better, fast-like.

I’m going to a family reunion on my dad’s side in a week.  I don’t know what to expect, either a lot of resistance on the point that I didn’t major in something else, or maybe just not a lot of communication happening at all.

The girl behind me just asked over the phone “are you ready to change your life?” like one would ask “did you pick up orange juice today?”

I have no ideas for you folks.

Hey, I volunteered for a Children’s Puppet/Live Action Improv Show yesterday, down at Dad’s Garage.  “Uncle Grampa’s Hoo-Dilly Storytime Hour!”  Man, even I was cracking up the whole damn time.  The kids really seemed to enjoy it.  I think that improv may be the way I destroy my crippling fear of teaching children about theatre.